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He says he is disgusted by gay people and that he could never be their friend. This statement cut me up inside like a knife and there was no need to pretend. I just wonder how so much hatred could come from someone like him? Maybe it's because he's young or has never witnessed a gay relationship but is that really any excuse For him to banish one type of people? Isn't this some form of racism? I shutter to think how he will think later on in life if this is a reflection of his thirteen year old mind. Will he ever accept me? Well that depends on if I tell I get a stale taste in my mouth every time I think about being judged. It's not that I'm gay it's more that I'm not straight does being in the middle mean I'm half loved and half hated I get so frustrated when I think of these things so unexpected was his disgust that it shocked me I don't associate with these types of people these narrow minded prejudice prudes but when it's your own nephew spitting out these injustices what is his grown aunt to do? Should I judge him back too?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/5/2009 7:28:00 PM
Everyone should live their life as they see fit.I don't see the issues with why gays and str8s cant live together.regardless of their beliefe.But when it hurts other ppl.It crossing the line.
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Date: 6/11/2009 7:26:00 PM
Real people accept others as they are and true friend love unconditionally. It is a form of racism. It took me a long time to realize how wrong one person can be until I talked with a kid who was suicidal because he thought he was gay. No child, no adult should ever feel like that. Be you and to hell with those who don't accept it. God Bless. Vince
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